"Ding: It was detected that the host was in a special environment, and it achieved the achievement of being able to solidify the cultivation, officially stepped into the Martial Dao Triple Gang Qi Realm, and temporarily solidified the 'Nirvana Regeneration' talent."

"Ding: Please comprehend the ten artistic conceptions in the realm of the Martial Dao Triple Gang Qi Realm, otherwise the 'Nirvana Rebirth' talent will disappear."

Jiang Ming felt the huge amount of life force pouring into his body, as thin as a tide, filling every cell, especially a strange power imprint integrated into the bloodline and carved into the soul.

But at this time, he didn't care about the content of the system at all.

In the face of the attack of the Xuan Ming Venerable, Jiang Ming's body exuded a strange power fluctuation, like clouds, like mist, like water, with him as the center, it seemed like a heavy rain.

This is the mood of rain.

He understood.

He also stepped into the realm of the great grandmaster of this world, Dao Yun came to his body, refining his true qi, and even his soul will was transformed, and the whole person was sublimated and baptized.

The combat power also skyrocketed in an instant.

Ignoring the deeper understanding, Jiang Ming stretched out his hand and grabbed it, condensed his qi into a soldier, and a long sword appeared in his hand and stabbed straight up.

Thousands of raindrops seemed to fall in the void, and suddenly merged into the tip of the sword.

It is the sword of the rain that blesses the power of the artistic conception of the rain.

The power of this sword is much more terrifying than before.

"Impossible!" The Venerable Master exclaimed.

With this snap of his fingers, he felt that Jiang Ming's body had undergone earth-shaking changes, and at the same time, he also felt that there was heavy rain falling around him.

But there was no rain at all.

He understood that this was the illusion that the other party had comprehended the true meaning of the rain and caused him when it was triggered, but the transformation in the other party's body was too fast and terrifying, and the strange power that erupted in an instant just now was far much more powerful than when he broke through.

The Venerable Master felt incredible, even more incredible.

At a young age, he broke common sense by being able to fight with himself, and still broke through in the big war?

Let's pull a few calves!

"What kind of demon are you?" The Master didn't notice it, his voice trembled a little, and the power in his body also gushed out wildly, allowing this blow to surpass the peak.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Between the lightning and flint, Jiang Ming pierced the big mudra with a sword, and the sharp power on the tip of the sword made the Master Xuan Ming feel terrified, and he turned around to dodge a blow.

The long sword in Jiang Ming's hand shattered, turning into a little bit of true qi light and dissipating into the air.

As soon as he grasped the palm of his hand, a long sword appeared again, and he stabbed it again, this time with the feeling of heavy rain.

It's also fast to the extreme.

It's another drop of rain and a sword.

Burst......

The Venerable Master couldn't dodge, his shoulder was pierced, and he also retreated into the distance.

Jiang Ming did not pursue, but carefully comprehended his own changes.

I finally understand why it is so powerful after comprehending the artistic conception, the artistic conception is the power of the Tao rhyme of heaven and earth, after comprehending, the Tao Yun refines the body, sublimates itself, and even the soul will has been transformed to a certain extent.

When urging, it is equivalent to receiving the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, so that the power is multiplied.

This is just the beginning of the understanding.

"This bad old man doesn't have a deep understanding of the artistic conception of cold ice."

Jiang Ming looked at the Venerable Master Xuanming and also had a little understanding.

The other is to comprehend the artistic conception and achieve one of the achievements of coming to this world, not only can you leave at any time, but you can also keep all the gains in this world except for the real thing.

The pressure is gone, and my heart is inexplicably relieved.

"Being able to retain the cultivation, the talent of the Martial Dao Triple Realm will naturally appear, relying on the main world? Interesting. ”

[Nirvana Regeneration]: It has an extremely strong vitality, with a trace of the supreme life rule, so that the host has a powerful and incomparable resilience, broken limb regeneration, blood rebirth, and even Nirvana rebirth, life immortality, etc., and the innate ability increases with the improvement of strength.

The innate ability he gained also made Jiang Ming very pleasantly surprised.

It doesn't seem to be able to directly increase his combat power, but it can greatly improve his survivability, at least not easily.

As for the ten artistic conceptions that need to be comprehended to solidify his talent, he doesn't care much about it.

Comparatively, this is a relatively simple task.

The expression of the Venerable Master on the opposite side changed.

The wound on his shoulder had stopped, and looking at Jiang Ming, who had not chased after him, he was very hesitant in his heart: is it to fight or to go?

If you don't kill the other party today, you will be killed by the other party nine times out of ten in the future.

This son is too wicked.

It made his heart tremble.

"He's realizing a change in his true meaning?"

The Venerable Master Xuan Ming's eyes narrowed, his heart was ruthless, he raised his hand to tear the wound, and the blood immediately gushed out, and he was led in front of him, and a stream of extremely cold power poured into it, and immediately turned into a blood-colored spear and threw it towards Jiang Ming.

This is the forbidden method he has realized, the Ice Blood Spear.

The blood spear swept through, and the heavens and the earth shook.

It was as if the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi were blessed on it, tearing through the sky with a whirlpool, piercing through everything and killing everything, and the Xuan Ming Master followed suit.

Jiang Ming's misty eyes stared, and as soon as he grabbed it with his big hand, he stabbed out with a sword of condensation, still a drop of rain, and easily shattered the opponent's cold and bloody spear.

"Impossible!" The Venerable Master Xuanming, who chased after him, shrank his pupils and exclaimed in shock.

"Nothing is impossible!" The long sword in Jiang Ming's hand was also shattered, but it also reappeared, and the thirty-six swords of drizzle were cast.

With the blessing of the artistic conception of rain, the power of his sword technique skyrocketed by several levels.

"I don't believe it, I'm a dignified Xuanming Ancestor, and the Supreme Grandmaster can't deal with you, a hairy boy!" The Master went berserk.

The palms flew up, the cold air surged, and the fog was misty.

But he couldn't break Jiang Ming's sword net.

Thirty-six swords of drizzle, eighteen swords of torrential rain, nine swords of torrential rain, and three swords of torrential rain, he cast them one by one and tempered them with the other party.

His comprehension of the artistic conception of rain is also more unfathomable.

Even with each sword, the power increases by a few points.

"How can you be so wicked? comprehending the true meaning in the fighting, and still making the true intention continue to enhance in the fighting, even Zhang Laodao is not so demonic, no, far from comparable. The Venerable Master was mad, his hair was messy, and he was covered in blood, "Are you a human or a demon?" ”

"I am an immortal, an immortal from the sky!" Jiang Ming responded with a smile, he was also getting more and more relaxed, "The artistic conception, or the true meaning, is very, very simple when you get started." ”

"Simple?" The voice of the Venerable Master Xuan Ming rose seventy-two degrees, "Lao Tzu has not comprehended it for more than 20 years when he entered the peak of the grandmaster, and then he was beaten into a cliff, fell into the ice and snow, struggling to survive, and only on the edge of life and death can he comprehend, you are so simple!" ”

"Of course it's easy!" Jiang Ming smiled, "Look, is this another true meaning?" ”

He breathed again, and the surrounding rhyme changed, as if the environment was actually misty in the pouring rain, which also made his sword ethereal and difficult to fathom.

"This is the artistic conception of fog!"

The sword momentum turned again, and the chill skyrocketed, and the condensed mist turned into ice particles, no weaker than the chill emitted by the Venerable Master.

"This is the true meaning of the ice!"

Jiang Ming's momentum kept changing.

Rain is liquid, fog is gaseous, ice is solid, are three different states of water, for Jiang Ming who entered the door, it is too easy to reverse the understanding and draw inferences.

But the Venerable Master seemed to have seen a ghost, and his eyes were blood-red.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, that's the true meaning, how can you comprehend the three in a snap of your fingers? Jiang Ming, are you a human or a ghost? "The Venerable Master had a creepy feeling.

"What is this!" Jiang Ming was not in a hurry, and as the sword technique was cast, he first urged the ice artistic conception, and the cold air permeated, causing the water vapor to condense into mist.

With the blessing of the artistic conception of fog, the fog filled in an instant, enveloping the surroundings.

The power of artistic conception should be qualitative and formless, but the icy artistic conception is extremely special, affecting the real with formlessness, and then forming a fog.

The next moment, Jiang Ming urged the artistic conception of the rain.

The fog condenses, forming raindrops to fall.

It's real rain.

Jiang Ming's mind was integrated into the heaven and earth, and he realized the wonder of the Tao rhyme, the way of nature, and also condensed into a soldier, and the swordsmanship that unfolded had long been out of the category of the drizzle sword, and the three artistic conceptions were also transformed at will.

When the low rain meets the extreme cold, it turns into ice rain.

A strange force field was also formed within this area, trapping the Master of Xuan Ming inside, making it difficult to break out.

Jiang Ming's swordsmanship is constantly evolving and transforming, and even the three artistic conceptions are also changing, and they are actually fused with each other, faintly, as if there is a tendency for a big river to collapse.